Elmer stopped his van and consulted his map. He scratched his head, evidently disoriented.

[[Gah, I’m sorry this is so late, and I understand if it’s too late.]]

The Repairman was going through yet another forest, just trying to figure out where he was in relation to a break in the Wall. He didn’t normally have this kind of trouble, but the forest seemed endless and every tree the same.

Eventually, the inkblot came across…Elmer Fudd?

Yeah. It was him. Go figure.

Apparently he was lost too, looking at a map. Maybe the Repairman could use that…Maybe they could both get out of this…

“Um, excuse me,” he waved. “You need any help there?”